Page 43 of The Billionaire in Her Bed

He smiled against her cheek as he stroked her hair and back. Her stomach rumbled, and he laughed. “Hungry?”

“Well, we did work up an appetite.” She eyed the plates on the kitchen counter. “And there’s three perfectly good slices of chocolate almond cake practically within arm’s reach.”

“I suppose you want dessert in bed.”

“I wouldn’t object.” She raised her arms above her head, stretching like a cat and bringing all her fun parts into contact with his—breasts to chest, wet heat to hardening cock. His recuperative powers were strong with this one.

He bent to nip her lower lip. “How do you feel about food play?”

“Okay, I’ll bite.” She smoothed a hand down his belly, letting it rest on the curve of his hip, tantalizingly close to the V that led to his groin. “Pun intended. But only on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

In one swift, sudden move she flipped him onto his back and climbed on top of him, giving him a perfect view up her sleek torso to her ripe, round breasts. “This time you wear the blindfold.”